[SRP] Worth of an Assassin

[Andy]

"...Yes. Quite," Ambrose was perplexed, his muscles tensed from the woman's reaction. Were they agents of the Emperor, come to kill him before he could become a thorn in his side? But the accent was off. These weren't the Emperor's henchmen, come to kill him. These were Etrurians. Slowly, he relaxed, his hand drawing away from clasping the hilt of his sword. "I was scouting ahead, for the companions I am traveling with. I wasn't expecting to find other fugitives from the empire."

Ambrose shook his head, sweeping back his hair. "Where are my manners. I'm Ambrose Locke," he said, taking slow, measured steps towards them, keeping his hands visible, and making no sudden movements.